After shrugging, the Sewer King looked back. His smile remained when his pets returned. ''You attacked trespassers?'' The alligators wagged their tails at the same time. He started to laugh in a gentle tone again. He never forgot about the other alligator.
The Sewer King scratched every alligator snout. Even the young alligator. He focused on it another time. His scowl came back at a snail's pace.
''Daddy isn't happy about you snarling earlier. He isn't. He isn't,'' the Sewer King said.
Another snarl from the alligator.
The Sewer King's eyes widened the minute the small alligator used its jaws to seize his trousers and pull them down. He scowled again as soon as his blue boxers were revealed. After pulling his trousers up, he abandoned the alligator. He approached a few other alligators and fell asleep near them. His head was on one alligator's side. Another alligator slumbered behind him.
One hour later, footsteps caused the Sewer King to open his eyes. He sat up. He glanced at one barren area. ''Pretties? Pretty pets?'' Worried, the Sewer King stood and followed every footstep. He found himself in another sewer area.
The Sewer King gasped as soon as he viewed the young alligator snarling at three adult trespassers. His wide eyes were on three other alligators. The Sewer King watched while the scowling trespassers held sticks and struck the ground repeatedly. Were they homeless just like him?
The Sewer King viewed the young alligator standing in front of its companions. Snarling at the intruders. Protecting companions.
The Sewer King cried out after a stick struck the alligator's snout. His wide eyes were on the alligator as it stepped back. The Sewer King viewed another alligator attacking the trespassers and causing them to flee. He ran to every alligator and scowled at the youngest.
The Sewer King remembered his exposed boxers. He never recalled the small alligator protecting the others.
THE END